Redemption (Part 2)

Once I returned home, I began cleaning the food and chopping the potatoes. Next, I seasoned the meat and pounded it with a tenderizer. Afterward, I added the green beans to the pot.

As I was finishing up, Jamira walked through the door. I was delighted to see her because not only was she smiling, but she would appreciate the meal while it was still fresh.

She went to take a shower and get comfortable before coming back downstairs.

By then, I had plated the food and lit the candles. All that was left was to pour the wine.

When she arrived, she wore a dark green, silky, and short negligee. It had been a while since I had seen her in that. She looked incredibly sexy. Her damp hair was pinned up, revealing the delicate skin on her neck.

The way the light hit her skin made me remember just how beautiful she was. It was as if I had seen her with new eyes. I pulled out her chair so she could sit and watched as she took slow, deliberate bites of her food.

It was as if time had stood still for the first time in months. I had seen her.

Suddenly, her voice broke through the silence.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“You’re staring. I was wondering what you were looking at?”

I hadn’t realized I was staring at her. I rubbed the back of my neck before answering, nervously.

“Oh… I… um… you look gorgeous.”

She smiled. “Thank you. So, what brought this on?”

“I know I haven’t been the best at being a good man to you, so I thought we could… start over?”

For a moment, she appeared lost in thought, contemplating every word I had just said. The air became thick with anticipation as I waited for her response.

“This is a good start. I’m okay with trying.”

Okay, she had agreed to starting over, but why did her response feel… off? Like it wasn’t genuine?

Again, I chose to overlook it. I didn’t want to upset her or make a big deal out of it.

We both resumed eating, occasionally sparking up conversation.

When we were finished, we cleaned up everything and headed upstairs. I went to take a shower and freshen up myself.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed Jamira lounging on the bed with her leg propped up, exposing her thighs. She didn’t have on any panties.

That made me hard.

So, I did what any reasonable man would do. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She looked surprised but didn’t resist.

I leaned down to kiss her lips. They were much softer than I remembered and incredibly warm.

I lowered myself to her neck and deepened the kiss on her tender skin. She let out a soft moan, indicating her pleasure. I continued, sucking on her neck.

Another moan. I slid my fingers inside her, increasing her arousal.

I dropped my towel, ready to enter her, but she tensed up. Confused, I tried again to ensure I wasn’t tripping. She did it again.

This had never happened before. She had always welcomed me inside her. This was disappointing and strange.

Trying to fix it, I assumed, she pushed me back and got on her knees.

She started licking up my shaft and making tiny circles on my balls with her tongue. Normally, I would thrust my pelvis out to allow better access.

But again, something was off. I grabbed her arms and lifted her off the floor, gesturing for her to sit next to me. She complied.

I rubbed my hands down my face before turning and facing her fully.

“Jamira, be honest with me. It’s him, isn’t it?”

Confused, she asked, “Say what now?”

“Is it the guy you left the club with?”

“What… wait… what are we talking about?”

“Mira, don’t play dumb with me. Is the guy you left with the reason I can’t touch you?”

She went silent for an unusually long time, and that was the answer I needed.

Fucking Christ.